Kiss My Country Ass

Tearin' down the dirt road, rebel flag flying, coon dog in the back

Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap

Earnhardt sticker behind my head and my woman by my side

Tail pipe's popping, the radios rockin', country boy can survive

Well, if you got a problem with that

You can kiss my country ass

Well I love turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans

Smoke nothing but Marlboro Reds

Tattoos up and down my arms and dear heads over my bed

My Grandaddy fought in World War ll and my Daddy went to Vietnam

And I ain't scared to grab my gun and fight for my homeland

If you don't love the American flag

You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home backwoods redneck

Come on, stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass

Well, there's a whole lot of high class people out there

That's looking down on me

'Cause the Country Club where I belong

Is the Honkey Tonk till three in the morning

Don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suites

You can find me in my camouflage hat

And my T-shirt and cowboy boots

If that don't fit your social class

You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home backwoods redneck

Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass

'Cause I'm a front porch sitting, guitar picking, moonshine sipping

Biker juice spitting country boy from the woods

And I love fried chicken and blue gill fishing and outlaw women

And I wouldn't change if I could, no

I ain't trying to start no fight but I'll finish one every time

You just mind your own damn business, stay the hell out of mine

If you got a problem with that

You can kiss my country ass

I said if you got a problem with any of that

You can kiss my natural born, redneck to the bone

Ever-loving country ass